Milena Velba Bra Hole

Do not worry, I'll fly to England to publicize the show to not lose the rhythm of the blog.

In the meantime, however, another thoughtful post or whatever you call it.

Usually you do not think, what you lose on the road. Case, habits, schools, clouds, mental dispositions. You slip away, or chess, or you are let out.
Sure, sure, sometimes you think about it, but that is a nostalgic thinking, distorted, often guilty. It is not meat, is not blood.
Sometimes you lose people in the street. Sometimes you run because the leaves often are you, you were an idiot. Then you feel guilty, you give yourself too much or too little importance (sometimes both) and the end is just the nostalgia, the thought distorted - distorted is the right word. The thought that is not made of meat is better, as an expression.
One thing that you never think seriously, with the flesh and blood, is the possibility of meeting a new person that you let him get away. Still, it is not the right expression. It is not a simple encounter that your head (guilty) can not conceive (not admits), is ... Ok, meeting shall be sufficient, but you get the idea.

In fact, if it happens it is a bloody surprise.
Sometimes a bloody fortune.

is worth to pay attention, with luck, and with second chances. And with the meetings. They are fragile things, it is easy to break and not come over to captain.
Not that I know how to to be careful.
I mean, I was lucky. Damn lucky. And now, as always happens in these cases, not that I want to think about how I managed to work . Just say it. Write it. For realizing it, to make it real.

Anyone who knows me knows that I have a thing to live in a novel or a movie. One
you engage a lot, and then just happens .
And like any good story, there are monsters out there bad and hungry. There will be a problem. We have experience of monsters here. "Do not be afraid of wolves because the wolves we are." And thanks to Henry Dante for the sentence.
Meanwhile, I smile.
There must be a moral. Not that I care too much.

sure as hell am a lucky guy in the end.

I go before becoming sentimental.